Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.